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temporary storm

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.Rob
temporary storm

just like footprints in the sand, the pain in my heart to will fade.

just like the waves approaching the shore, my tears flow freely.

nature reminds us all, nothing in life is ever truly permanent.

it only makes sense we change, as everything does around us.
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Change Nature Perspective Season Ups And Downs
Poetry Genre: 
Narrative
Topic: 
Reality
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Jim "The Lad" ....

welcome to cosmo!....................................................................................Jim

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.Rob

Thank you kindly.Β 

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.Rob

The pain is all mine, I try to admire all life’s seasons.Β 

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